Because the gala was designed to stretch deep into the night, Indigo Beauty had already arranged accommodation for all invited guests. Every celebrity present had a room reserved upstairs, eliminating the inconvenience of travel and ensuring privacy. For a brand of Indigo Beauty's stature, this was merely standard courtesy.
The hotel itself was a five-star establishment, the kind that catered exclusively to power and wealth. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, carpets swallowed footsteps whole, and the air carried a faint scent of expensive perfume and polished wood. Even the silence between conversations felt curated.
The event continued smoothly.
Music drifted through the hall, soft and elegant, accompanied by restrained laughter and the clinking of glasses. Guests moved in small clusters, exchanging pleasantries, dancing lightly, or retreating to quieter corners for private conversations.
Yet Hua Jing felt none of that ease.
